That’s right, I’m officially a Grandpa. Leland Alan was born at 11:05 pm on October 28th. He weighed in at 7 lbs 1 oz and measured 20 and a quarter inches long. I’m happy to report that Leland, mother Nikki, (my daughter) and dad Miles are all doing great.
Here’s how it all went down;
I woke up at about 5:00 Sunday morning to the sound of “Mom, my water broke.” While this was not totally unexpected, I mean I was aware that big bump in my daughters stomach was a baby, it was my “professional” opinion that the blessed event wasn’t going to happen for a few days yet. You’re probably wondering what I had based my professional opinion on. Like all of my other professional opinions, this one was based on gut instinct. Ha, gut instinct. I just realized the joke there. Anyway, obviously in this case my gut instinct wasn’t worth jack.
My kids are 19 and 23 years old, it’s been a long time since they were born, so as I lay in bed trying to shake the cob webs out of my head, I tried to remember if the fact that my daughter’s water had broken meant that we had to immediately rush to the hospital. I secretly hoped that wasn’t the case but from the flurry of activity going on around me I assumed it meant that we did.
I got up, staggered toward my daughter’s room to see if I could help her and my wife with anything, and promptly crashed into my bedroom door. It not only shocked the hell out of me but also spun me around like I was on some sort of bumper car carnival ride. The collision turned me back in the direction of my bathroom, I took that as a sign that the ladies didn’t need my help. Deciding to trust fate, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and took my blood pressure medicine. My run in with the door, now had me thinking clearly enough to realize if there was ever a day I might need the B/P pills it would be today.
It was about 5:30 am, and still pitch black outside when my wife and I left for the hospital. No, I didn’t forget to bring my daughter, she had already been picked up by her boyfriend.
During the drive, a million things went through my head. Will the baby be ok? Will my daughter be ok? How long will she be in labor? Does the hospital have good cafeteria food? Will I be home in time to watch the Bears game? Only time would tell.
Understanding that it could be a long day, I told my wife that I needed to stop somewhere and pick up a newspaper. She asked me why I didn’t just take the one that I ran over the car with in our driveway. I ignored the sarcasm and pulled into a gas station in downtown Rockford where I spotted two people who appeared to be a hooker and her pimp. I started to worry about being approached for “a date.” What would I do if that happened? Should I just politely decline or was there some kind of etiquette that needed to be followed when being propositioned. Some protocol that would require me to explain why I was unavailable as a john at this time. “I’m sorry ma’am, you see my daughter is having a baby today and, well, ah, I really don’t have the time right now.” I’m sure they probably wouldn’t care but I preferred to be ready with an answer just in case.
An image that sent chills down my spine flashed through my mind. I saw the front page of a newspaper; Man arrested for solicitation on day of grandsons birth. How bad would that look? Fortunately the couple completely ignored me and I quickly got the paper, hopped back into the car, and my wife and I proceeded to the hospital.
After the rush of morning activities, the wait for baby to come slowed to a snails pace. The paper I needed so badly held no interest for me. The Bear’s game had come and gone and the cafeteria food on a late Sunday afternoon was virtually nonexistent. I settled on a blueberry pop tart and ice coffee that sat in my stomach like a big piece of ambergris.
Finally after about 18 hours of labor, it was go time. Boyfriend Miles, and soon to be Grandma Massaro were the only two allowed in the room during delivery. That left me, my son Anthony, and Leland’s other soon to be grandma Tracy, in the hallway waiting. I paced the halls of the hospital. It looked like a scene from some sort of 1960’s movie before dads or anyone other than doctors and nurses were allowed in delivery rooms.
Thankfully the wait was not a long one. My daughter did a fantastic job. Only about three pushes and Leland was born. Words can’t describe being outside that door, hearing your grandsons first cry, then having the doctor come out and say, “They’re both doing great, you can go in now.”
What an unbelievable day.